Next time you bring me trash like this, I’ll let you go hungry,” Adrian said, his tone sharp but cold. Then he walked out the door to work. I stood there for a moment, teeth clenched, forcing myself not to cry. Then I cleared the plates and pushed the food down the sink.All day, my head throbbed, my hand was swollen, my vision kept blurring, but I didn’t see a doctor. I never did. Once, I’d tried to speak up, my stepmother spat at me, “So you’ve stolen your cousin’s man, and now you want to drag his name through the mud?” After that, I kept my mouth shut. I tied up my hair, put on some makeup to hide the swelling, and went to the little studio where I worked. Videography paid me just enough to survive, but not much more. Halfway through a meeting, my phone buzzed. Adrian. His voice was calm. That was always a bad sign. “Where are you?” he asked.“I’m at work,” I said carefully.He laughed. “That? That’s not work. Come home. I have something better for you.”I left on my lunch brea
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